#winged!pac

They couldn't fly, but that didn't matter. What mattered was they had each other. They couldn't fix each other's wings, but they could fix their loneliness.

Dealing with their own flightlessness was much easier when there was someone there who understood.

But that didn't mean they kept themselves to the ground. They too, would fly, just not on their wings.

They leapt and ran, soaring over the gaps between the buildings. They climbed higher and higher, becoming taller than anyone else. They saw the world in a whole different way. They saw it how it lived, not just how it functioned.

It was strange to them, that those who could use their wings only used them to get to places. Always for the destination, never for the journey.

They couldn't use their wings, but they would still fly.

Gabby stood atop the small building excersing her small wings. They were delicate and easily hurt but, she had decided this wouldn't stop her. The girl was never the extremely strong flier and was often mocked for the girliness of the beautifly wings on her back. Gabby'd figured that ,maybe, if she could become a better flier people would not belittle her so much.

Deciding she was ready for flight, Gabby moved back, took a running start and jumped.

At first the wings balanced easily on the wind, carrying the girl lightly and daintly. She could even do a couple of fancy twirls in the air as she went. The light reflected off the partially transparent wings, the colors bouncing off making it seemed like she was shining brightly in the air. The girl's flight was slow but, it was gorgeous to watch from afar.

Ohman, Poe over there would be so much more broken then here. She would probably be the most miserable person when she's alone. She can't fly, she cant offer tokens to anyone, she probably tries to hide her wings and just deny their existence more than anything. 

Around people, the mask would fall back into place. She'd be overly happy, cheerful and encouraging to people. She'd never want people to worry about her, always plastering a false smile onto her face.

"I guess this is as close as we're gunna get."

Jen is a mechanic, and has already made his father a mechanical prosthetic.

Jennu sat atop one of the flat roofs of Lumoise, gaze turned towards the sky. Every now and then something or someone would fly past, and his wings would twitch involuntary.

The black Charizard wings lay unfolded and relaxed from his back, the tattered membranes leaking out light onto the flat surface behind him. They were strong wings, but only because Jennu had worked on making them so. Climbing rooftops was the only way of him getting off the ground.

Strange. Being flightless had never really bothered him before. But here he sat, the usual scowl that occupied his face was replaced by a rather out-of-character sombre look.

No no, I wanted her to follow her Fairy love. and I guess since she was born in Hoenn, it would still be normal type. 

Poetry would have Clefable wings. 

Little, dorky, non-flying Clefable wings.